Every now and then I remember this moment and feel irritated.
xxxx Dolling
Every time I hear about Trump I am reminded of this terribly disappointing woman I encountered at Confest.
The river at the festival site had flooded just before the hordes of hippies arrived.
This meant there were excellent opportunities for swimming and mosquito breeding.
The mosquitos were relentless and endless. As the sun rose and set, gazillions of mosquitos would appear and savagely attack any exposed skin they could find. Loki earned himself the nickname venom face because he was so red and lumpy. Some of us fashioned mozzie cloaks out of hippie flavoured material.
One morning as we wandered into the centre of the gathering we passed naked, mosquito ravaged, old bearded dudes snoozing in the foetal position in the grass. After a few days of bloodshed we decided to hit up the medical tent for whatever they could offer. They offered bug repellant and everyone wanted in on it. As we gathered round patiently waiting our turn to spray ourselves with mega chemicals one enterprising dreadlocker had an extremely efficient idea. She hearded us all into a circle and stood in the middle. She sprayed our bare feet and ordered us to rotate slowly like roasting chickens as she slowly worked her way up our bodies covering us in toxic mist. Around mid thigh of our delightful community activity a darked haired woman pushed into the circle and demanded in an authoritative tone that she needed to borrow the spray for just a moment. She proceeded to snatch the can and spray her whole body greedily. She was dancing around in a panicked frenzy as she sprayed, breathing heavily like a concentrating three year old. With a big sigh of relief she handed the can back to our group and wandered off.
“Scratch a hippie, smell a fascist” – this was Will’s mantra for most of Confest. He was already repeating it before we had even arrived.
“Scratch a hippie, smell a fascist I always say. Lets stop here for a sausage roll.”
Mouth full of sausage roll, chocolate donut on his lap and one elbow on the steering wheel,
“Tell you what, scratch a hippie, smell a fascist, you mark my words.”
Trump always makes me think of that bad hippie except I assume that if she were to give a speech she might make sense.
